Firkin Over Here song lyrics

Oh the praties they grow small over here over here

Oh the praties they grow small over here

Oh the praties they grow small and we dig them in the fall

And we eat them skin and all over here over here

Oh I wish that we were geese night and morn' night and morn'

Oh I wish that we were geese night and morn'

Oh I wish that we were geese for they fly and take their ease

And they live and die in peace eating corn eating corn

Oh we're trampled in the dust over here over here

Oh we're trampled in the dust over here

Oh we're trampled in the dust but the Lord in who we trust

Will give us crumb for crust over here over here